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Saturday, December 22, 2007

Ain't Nobody Worryin

gurneys roll out over cracked pavement in the dead of night
as whispers begin
and sirens blare
she can't help but to think upon all those days of terror
shrieks
screams
held captive by memories of a mind twisted and uncertain days
of spirits too seldom lifted
and souls repeatedly crushed under unbearable weight
too numb to cry
too shocked to speak
too....relieved
funny how she'd given up on God's mercy
his grace a foreign notion
God where are you?
yetnow at this juncture
all those words, prayers
flood her mind
it was their time
they're in a better place now
just seemed like words before
but today she believes them
sends up a prayer
Lord if you've ever loved me make sure James and Denise
what i mean Lord is....
please make sure they find the peace in death they could never find in life
lost in the crowd she says her goodbyes
halfway down the block she turns
blank stare and final farewell
past neighbors who are quick to get their fifteen minutes
but couldn't spare one
to offer aid
dial three numbers
past some with tears in their eyes
as if their loved one had died,
hands held over their hearts
hearts that suddenly appeared on that day
must've cuz
wasn't nobody worryin before

NEXT

randomness:

i don't like mangos

peanut buttered bread dipped in coffee is the shit

i don't drink milk
atleast not straight

only wit cereal or something

The highlander was my show
just try and tell me Duncan Mcleod aint sexy

i wish somebody would buy me a chia pet for Christmas
I'd slam that shit down on their heads

why did i just see this youtube vid where this guy was checkin for big booty chics
talkin bout he was tryna find his Ms. Hottentot Venus?
SMH
Saartjie "Sarah" Baartman was a famous Khoikhoi woman who was exhibited as a friggin sideshow attraction in 19th century Europe under the name Hottentot Venus
Saartjie travelled around Britain, showing what to Europeans were unusual bodily features, thought to be typical of her people. She had large buttocks, a condition known as steatopygiaa, and visitors were permitted to touch them for extra payment. In addition, she had a sinus pudoris, otherwise known as the tablier (the Frenchh word for "apron") or "curtain of shame", all names for the elongated labiaa of some Khoisan women. (Although "sinus pudoris" refers only to the labia of Khoisan woman, all labia vary in size and shape to some degree.) To quote Stephen Jay Gould, "The labia minora, or inner lips, of the ordinary female genitalia are greatly enlarged in Khoi-San women, and may hang down three or four inches below the vagina when women stand, thus giving the impression of a separate and enveloping curtain of skin" Her exhibition in London, scant years after the passing of the Slave Trade Act 18077, created a scandal, and an abolitionistt benevolent society called the African Association petitioned for her release. Baartman was questioned before a court in Dutch, in which she was fluent, and stated that she was not under restraint and understood perfectly that she was guaranteed half of the profits. The conditions under which she made these statements are suspect, because it directly contradicts accounts of her exhibits made by Zachary Macaulay of the African Institution and other eyewitnesses.

France
Baartman later traveled to Napoleonic Paris where an animal trainer exhibited her under more pressured conditions for fifteen months. French anatomist Georges Cuvier and French naturalists visited her and she was the subject of several scientific paintings at the Jardin du Roy.
She died December 29, 1815 of an inflammatory ailment, possibly smallpox, while other sources suggest she contracted pneumonia. An autopsy was conducted and the findings published by French anatomist Henri Marie Ducrotay de Blainville in 1816 and by Cuvier in the Memoires du Museum d'Histoire Naturelle in 1817. Cuvier notes in his monograph that Baartman was an intelligent woman who had an excellent memory and spoke Dutch fluently. Her skeleton, preserved genitals and brain were placed on display in Paris's Musée de l'Homme until 1974, when they were removed from public view and stored out of sight

FUCKIN IGNORANCE I TELL YOU
nah not even
just stupidity
He couldnt have named it that shit without knowing the history behind it

History books are to be taken with a grain of salt. Depending on who wrote it or where it was written you'd think you were reading two different stories

Started reading The End of America: Letter of Warning To a Young Patriot today.
Like it so far
Wolf compares post 9/11 USA to Nazi Germany

i'll leave you with this:
a poem attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller


First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out -
because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out - because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out -
because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me - and there was no one left to speak for me.

2 public opinion:

mp1 said...

I posted a comment from my phone but I guess it didnt save, so here goes again.

#1-What you know about Gould?? Now I don't feel like such a nerd anymore...or maybe you're just as big of a nerd as I am.

#2-The first time that I heard of Hottentot was in the Souls of Black Folk. I was like wtf is a Hottentot. I think I'm gonna start using that word for all fine black women, i.e. Dej is such a Hottentot!

#3-That poem is the business. It really sums up life under Nazi controlled Europe and it shows how all of our fates are intricately linked.

Always.Funky.Fresh said...

Dumb ass. That's all I have to say about the Hottentot Venus youtube idiot. He had to know....


peanut buttered bread dipped in coffee is the shit......ummm...you sure? LOL.